The Wistful Witness

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The name on the deed is Gladys Vance. The ink is wet. I woke in the cellar because the floor was cold. Not cold like stone in winter, but cold like the inside of a mouth. I sat up. The walls were sweating. A black fluid, viscous and heavy, dripped from the mortar joints. It smelled of iron. Not rust. Iron. Like the blood from a butcher’s knife left out in the sun. I looked at my ledger. The...

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